


Closer To Me

by Ginnumeru



Category: TWICE (Band)
Genre: Angst with a Happy Ending, CEO, F/F, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Making Up, Porn With Plot, Smut
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-07-28
Updated: 2020-07-30
Packaged: 2021-03-05 19:21:36
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,331
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25580506
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Ginnumeru/pseuds/Ginnumeru
Summary: "Jihyo wasn’t sure what to do about that. How could it be she wanted to hold her so close, yet push her so far away at the same time?"A CEO Jihyo / Assistant Momo au(Part 2 to "Close To You")
Relationships: Hirai Momo/Park Jisoo | Jihyo
Comments: 8
Kudos: 88
Collections: Mohyo CEO au





	1. Chapter 1

Being in the sole office on the top floor of the building had its perks. Looking down over the city, a beautiful view of the evening sunset, a view many couldn’t enjoy nearly as much as she could. It made her feel powerful, on top of the world even, but the uninterrupted silence also gave her time to think. What deals she had to make, which contracts to sign, which employees to promote or fire… to say it was a lot would be an understatement.

Yet none of that was on her mind at the moment. Not when all she could think about was Hirai Momo.

When they first started this whole arrangement, it was clear between the both of them that there were to be no strings attached. Jihyo had assured Momo that the fact that there was no romantic attraction wouldn’t negatively impact either of them. She would never let it affect Momo’s standing at work, and she would never do anything that she had not agreed to.

That’s what made Jihyo so upset.

The last night they had spent together a week prior (outside of the office that is) had been... off. Momo was eager to please, routinely, yet something still seemed strange. Jihyo wanted to smack herself for not realizing it in the moment. In all honesty, her mind was elsewhere. Especially towards the end of the night.

She really couldn’t say what had come over her. That whole experience demanded she put in extra energy to keep up her act. Momo had looked incredibly sexy lying back on the silk red sheets. The way they had emphasized her blush-tinted skin so perfectly, framing her like some sort of goddess, left her wanting nothing more than to reach out and hold her tightly.

And well, she ended up doing that exact thing, hadn’t she?

Jihyo couldn’t believe she’d let herself slip like that. And she’d kissed her too! What was she even thinking? She truly was the worst.

Evidently, Momo must have thought the same. Because things had certainly felt off during their most recent encounter. Jihyo just couldn’t shake the thought of it.

Momo’s hands tied loosely behind her with Jihyo’s own tie, dark head of hair bobbing between her legs, suppressed moans leaking from her mouth between licks. There was no denying Momo had put just as much effort into pleasing Jihyo then as well. And if the flushed look and moans were any indication, she enjoyed it just the same. Once again that wasn’t the problem. It was how Momo had gotten up so stoically after the tie was off, not saying a word as she went to go freshen up in the ensuite bathroom of her office. When she had returned, it was as if it had never happened either. Not a word spoken between them. How odd.

So, of course, there must be an issue.

Not that Jihyo could be mad, no. She was certain that her actions were throwing her assistant for a loop. A confusing back and forth. Affection, avoidance, adoration, abandonment… who could even keep up?

Though Jihyo couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted to exist in the world of pure affection, to show Momo just how much she truly mattered to her. A world where work reputations and gossip no longer mattered, and she could act on her desires without her own guilt getting in the way.

But that was the problem, and Jihyo wasn’t sure what to do about that. How could it be she wanted to hold her so close, yet push her so far away at the same time?

Before she could contemplate any further, a buzz from her intercom startled her from her thoughts. She fumbled for the button with haste.

“Y-yes. What is it?” Her secretary never usually contacted her at this time of day. In fact, her shift was almost over. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t ordinary.

“Ms. Hirai left the documents you asked for here with me. If you’re not busy, would it be alright if I came up to bring them in?”

Momo had left? Without even saying so much as a goodbye?

“Yes, you you can come up,” she replied after a bit. In a much meeker voice, she wondered, “When she left… did she say anything? Anything at all?”

If her secretary thought anything was weird about the question, she certainly didn’t mention it. “Nothing out of the ordinary ma’am. She looked like she was in a hurry and when I asked her about it, she said she was fine and would have your schedule for next week all ready by the morning.”

Jihyo sighed, “Alright. Bring up the documents then.” And with that she released the button on the device.

Great. So Momo was avoiding her.

She had wondered why she didn’t see her much after lunch break, the other woman only shuffling in and out to ask her for confirmation on things every minute or so. Sometimes she didn’t even bother to come in and just shot her a text. Not even 2 weeks ago the other woman would barely leave her office. Well… that was partly her own fault considering what they got up to half the time. But still. It was a change that Jihyo wasn’t too fond of.

So when the secretary came and left with the stack of papers in hand, all Jihyo could do was look back on what had gone wrong. She felt that a sense of dread staring into the emptiness of her office. Same as she had every day since then. It bothered her, watching the beautiful golden light that filled the room turn to darkness. All it meant was solitude. With everyone finishing their shifts, she was alone yet again.

There was no use mulling over it, she thought. Might as well get to sorting out those papers Momo left her. She picked up the stack shuffling through them all.

That’s when it hit her.

Flowers. She smelt nothing but flowers. Momo’s perfume. The scent blended with her drowsy mind, and suddenly she was in the back of the company van with Momo. So close yet so far. Just listening to Momo talk about anything and everything on a way back from their meeting. A bit of down time. Next she was in her office, brushing a few stray hairs behind Momo’s ear. Softly thanking her for the meal she just brought them for the day. And just like every day, there was a little note inside that read “have a good day Ms. Park!” And every time, Jihyo insisted they eat together instead of going off god knows where. And then she was in bed with her. Wrapped in silk sheets. Both spent, just staring into each others’ eyes. Much like that night before. The night where things changed for Jihyo. The night she made her mistake.

The mistake of treating Momo like dust.

It was then she noticed the persistent stinging in her eyes, the way everything in sight was blurry. And it took her another second to notice the droplets of water dotting the papers on her desk, distorting the ink on a few sheets. Lucky her. She’d have to get more copies made tomorrow.

Yet she continued to let the tears fall, hoping the darkness of the night would continue to creep up and consume her.

————

The next morning started just as insignificantly as the last. Jihyo trudged into the building, swiped her keycard and made her ascent to the top floor. The troubled looks of everyone she passed didn’t phase her. After all, she knew she looked like death. It was to be expected after her mini crying session in her office, just to go home and cry herself to sleep. A sleep that was just shy of four hours at that. Nevermind the fact that she was technically “late” (she was the boss, and if she had an important meeting that next morning Momo surely would’ve told… rather texted her ahead of time) to work as it was.

By the time she made it to her office door, it was already 11:30. She stuck her key in just to find that the door was already unlocked. So with a shove, the door swung open (much harder than intended, oops) and was startled by the squeal from the woman standing at her desk.

It was like a breath of fresh air, seeing her assistant stand there. As if Jihyo’s mind could only be satisfied by one person in the world. And here she was, brown paper bag in hand, looking like she had been caught at the most imperfect of times. What was she doing here anyway?

“I brought you lunch Ms. Park,” she mumbled. Her eyes darted around, almost like she was looking for a way out of this. Like Jihyo was the last person she wanted to see (even if it was her office).

But oh. Right.

It was about that time wasn’t it?

On shaky feet (must’ve been something wrong with her heels, she convinced herself), she made her way to Momo. The eyes watching her every move felt like spears pointed in her direction. But when they stood face to face, there was a flash of something in Momo’s eyes… but it steeled over so rapidly Jihyo didn’t even have time to dwell on it.

What she did notice was the second paper bag still in Momo’s hand. Whatever was in it smelled just as good as what was in the bag meant for her. They often ate the same thing when they were together anyway.

Together.

Yet, there was Momo, starting to walk out the door.

“Ms. Hirai?” It stopped her assistant in her tracks. Was she going to turn around? Well, she supposed not. Things weren’t ever that easy were they?

“Would you…,” But Jihyo still had to take a chance, “Why not stay up here and eat?”

Still no response. Just the ticking of the clock.

There was something so debilitating about the silence in that moment. The office meant hustling and buzzing and rushing. It meant “Ms. Park here’s the copies you asked for,” and “Ms. Park your 10 o’clock is ready to see you.” It definitely didn’t mean standing in awkward silence, half-begging your assistant-turned-hookup to give you the time of day.

Here they were.

And eventually, Momo did speak up. But it was exactly what Jihyo was trying to prevent. What she feared.

“Maybe another time, Ms. Park. If you need something else, just text me.” It was soul crushing, only emphasized by not even being spared a glance.

Now, she didn’t want Momo to leave. In fact, she never did. And as much as she wanted to now, she didn’t call out to her. She just couldn’t. Every night she and Momo parted ways, she wanted nothing more than to call her back. She wanted to do so that fateful night, just like she wanted to now.

The desire to run, throw caution to the wind, just stop Momo from taking that elevator away from her. But she was bound to her office like a curse. Standing there dumbly. In place for what might have been a few seconds, but to her felt like hours. Fully and utterly helpless. It hurt.

She let the silence, the absence of the usual “have a good day” be her accompaniment for lunch.

————

Everyone had a limit, right? A sum of how much pain they could take before they acted on it, whether it be a grand gesture or something small. Clearly, Momo had reached hers. She was resilient in that way, Jihyo had to admit. Much stronger than she was. Because it had been what, a few days? And Jihyo was at hers already.

That’s how she found herself in this current predicament.

A slight drizzle when she stepped out from black van, the beautiful sunlight of earlier long forgotten. She’d only been here once before, stopping by to pick up some paperwork that Momo had forgotten to give her. And even then she’d never been inside. That fact did nothing to assuage her anxiety about all of this. What she was about to do.

In her last 3 hours of work she had decided on it. She’d found herself napping on the leather sofa in her office (it’s not like anyone would have bothered her anyway. unless that person was Momo), trying to get some much needed rest in beforehand. There was no use trying to do this on a sleep-deprived mind. That would just cause too many problems. She’d be too emotional. Hm… well hadn’t that rationality gotten her in trouble in the first place? She pushed that idea to the back of her mind as she walked out of the parking lot and to the second door on the first floor. Consider her lucky Momo was on the first floor. And that the door was accessible from the outside. If she had to face anyone else, say a doorman or a way too nosy neighbor, she might’ve lost all nerve.

She reached out a manicured finger, pressing the buzzer. That’s funny, her hand was shaking when she pulled it back.

..

…She couldn’t do this.

No, no. She could. She was Park Jihyo. A CEO for crying out loud.

But what if Momo never answered? What if she slammed the door in her face? What if she quit on the spot? What if sh-

“Oh. It’s you Ms. Park.”

Fuck. She didn’t even realize the door opened. She turned her attention from the droplets of rain sliding their way down her heels and looked into the face of the only person who could intimidate _the_ Park Jihyo. And, oh, was she a sight.

Not even wearing her usual blouse and tight-fitted slacks, face free of makeup, Momo looked beautiful. The way she could make even an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts look good was beyond her. Jihyo could feel a tug in her heart knowing she couldn’t just reach out and touch her. Couldn’t just step inside and cuddle under the sheets with her, acting as if nothing happened.

“Ms. Park,” Momo broke her train of thought, “It’s late you know? Was there something you needed from me?” Jihyo couldn’t help but note that slight worry that seeped into her tone. Was it fear or concern being thrown her way?

“Actually I um,” she had to keep it together, “I was wondering if I could come in?” She asked. Momo quickly eyed her up and down. No doubt she looked a mess, not to mention the water had started to noticeably soak into her jacket. So when Momo wordlessly stepped aside to let her into the entryway, she prayed it wasn’t just out of pity.

But before Momo could even get a word in after she closed the door behind herself, Jihyo started to let it all out. ”I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I- I did something stupid." She hesitated for a moment, but all those thoughts, cherished memories she had of Momo, gave her strength. The memories demanded that she do the right thing. Follow her heart.

"There were a lot of things that scared me. Things that still do scare me. I don’t ever want you to feel burdened by any differences we have, be it money, status or whatever.” Jihyo paused, looking up to gauge Momo’s reaction. She wondered if it’d be ok for her to bring up the topic of their arrangement directly. But she didn’t want Momo thinking this was all about the sex. There was more to it. So she continued.

“In every moment I spent with you, none of that really mattered. I mean sure, it did in the beginning. But I got to know you and you know what? I’m scared. It’s scary to think that this could get us in trouble or that you'd come to hate me or that you’d find somewhere else to work and forget me. That’s why I-”

“Did you stop to think I might be just as scared as you?” The pain in Momo’s voice demanded pause. It caught Jihyo off guard, that was for sure.

“I know what may happen and I know what people would think. But I definitely don’t like being cast aside the moment you feel like you’ve gotten too involved. Don’t you know I have feelings too? It… it hurts.”

Jihyo thought for a while about what to say. The gentle rain rang like white noise in her ears. “Hirai…” she started. But that wasn’t good enough. She had to do this properly.

“Momo,” she began again, "I’m sorry for everything I’ve made you feel. I want to be honest here. And I want to tell you that I’ve grown real feelings for you after all our time together. I fucked up, and you’re not required to forgive me. As much as I want to go back to how things were…” That wasn’t right either. “No. That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to go back to that. I want more than that. I want to be with you on a deeper level, to be the person I know you deserve. And like I said. I fucked up. So if you don’t want that from me, and you were just tired of feeling used, I understand. I just… I just had to tell you this. That’s all.”

There. She’d said it. Even though every word that came from her mouth was bitter and left her full of regret. Not because she was apologizing, but she was afraid it sounded completely disingenuous. But it was real. What she felt was real. Whether Momo accepted her or not, she wanted her to see that.

From the lack of response, she figured this was the end. She started to back away towards the door. Better to just throw in the towel now before she broke down in front of the woman. Not that her pride mattered here, she just didn’t want Momo to have to deal with a pitiful, sobbing CEO blocking the hallway to her apartment.

Just as she was about to turn around- “Wait.” She swore she spun around so fast the few tears that had started to form flew from her eyes.

Momo’s stare bored right into her, and Jihyo thought she might disintegrate under that watchful eye.

“Are you serious about this?,” a little quieter, “About me?”

Jihyo couldn’t hold back anymore, shortening the distance between them until she could place a hand on Momo’s hip. Her other moved to cup Momo’s face looking up at her. “Yes. I meant every word of it Momo.” Her thumb stroked the side of her cheek and Momo relaxed into the touch. “I care about you so, so much.”

And in a sudden burst of energy, Momo leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. Right then everything fell into place. Everything felt so right. God, she’s miss this. Missed it so much she could barely even think straight.

But eventually, Momo pulled away, making Jihyo whimper. Humiliating. She felt her face flush, and even deeper when she saw the smirk across those beautiful lips that had just been on hers.

“I want another,” she whined. She’d already embarrassed herself enough, so why not go the extra step?

“So selfish, Ms. Park,” Momo teased. There she went, being a brat again. Still Jihyo wouldn’t have it any other way. Instead, she just captured those sweet lips in another kiss.

And somehow, (who was she kidding, she knew the teasing would’ve ended up like this) a few innocent kisses snowballed into a few (not so) innocent touches, which led them to tumbling back into the the small bedroom down the hall and suddenly Jihyo found herself straddling the other woman who was leaned against the headboard. It felt so right to be doing this with Momo, yet something told her to take a breather when she felt hands start to creep their way to clasp of her bra under her shirt.

Jihyo put a hand between the two of them, stopping the other woman from going any further. Eyes opened slowly in confusion. Jihyo gazed into them, only to find them riddled with worry. She looked ready to apologize for a nonexistent problem, as if she’d been afraid of doing something wrong, so Jihyo quickly soothed her.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. Don’t worry. There’s just something I want to talk about really fast.”

Momo’s worry was replaced with a bright blush at the pet name. “What is it then?”

“I want to let you decide what we do this time, if that’s okay,” Jihyo replied. She had her fun last time they were together. It was only fair that Momo got a chance to take the reins this time.

But it looked like it wouldn’t be so easy, as Momo flushed an even deeper shade (she didn’t know it was possible) than before.

“It’s alright,” Jihyo assured, “There’s no need to be embarrassed. Just be honest.”

Momo paused for a moment more before looking into Jihyo’s eyes.

“I really wanna eat you out again. I missed doing it.”

It was quiet.

A second went by.

And another. And another.

Then Jihyo was trying to hold back giggles (not that it worked at all).

“Hey you said I didn’t have to be embarrassed!” Momo pouted. She turned away with a huff, her face still a bright red. How cute.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jihyo sighed out, laughter dying out for a moment. “It’s just that I had something more for you in mind. Not me.” Jihyo continued to laugh. She couldn’t say she was surprised though. It was such a Momo-like answer, but it still amused her to no end.

“You can make me cum later. Right now, I just really want to do this for you,” Momo asserted, tightening her grip on their interlocked hands. She looked straight ahead with such determination and certainty that Jihyo had to take her seriously.

Honestly? That show of confidence was quite the turn on.

She was shaken from her short trance when she felt lips dance across her collarbone. Just those few touches alone felt like sparks, like fire. And she was ready to burn.

“I want you so bad Jihyo.” That familiar flower scent surrounded her, lulling her into a sweet sort of comfort.

She panted, “You have me Momo. You have me.”

With that, Momo made quick work of the buttons of her dress shirt, unhooked the lacy black bra underneath and littered Jihyo’s chest with kisses, alternating between laps and sucks at her the hard nubs presenting themselves to her.

When it seemed like Momo had finally had enough of toying with her nipples, she slowly, teasingly dragged her hands down her body, removing her soaked panties at the end of it all. A light brush of fingers against her inner thighs made her quiver, and she was a bit mortified at the fact Momo could see it so clearly this time. But when her nipples were met with warm wetness once again, that unease was whisked away.

Momo’s tongue trailed a path of liquid fire from her chest, to her stomach, to her hips, then stopped right before its destination. Then those eyes were locked back on to her’s again. An unspoken question. Jihyo gave a light nod, parting her legs for Momo. The exposure was sexy. Letting her see such an intimate part of her while not having the woman be crowded under a desk or squished in a stall was sexy. Beyond that, even. It was the intimacy she hadn’t realized she was missing.

Though she did wish Momo would go just a tad bit faster. She knew the woman would give her what she wanted. Only at her own slow, tantalizing pace. A simple start, with just the teasing of her warm tongue up and down her soaked slit. Barely there, to the point where it wasn’t enough for her. Yet judging by the moan Momo let out, it was enough for her get a good taste of what she’d been missing.

“Momo please…” she begged. And without wasting any time, she pinned her thighs to the bed before sucking down hard on her clit.

“Fuck! Momo!” She definitely wasn’t able to keep still at that point. And Momo’s little display of strength, muscles from those toned arms flexing as she did so, only made it worse. She moaned out again when she felt an index finger gather up some of her wetness, and push into her. All while that searing hot tongue continued to lap at her clit. It doesn’t take long for her to near that edge, to fall right over and into blinding white heat. And one last curl of those fingers and some fast flicks at her clit and she tumbles, toes curling, grip hard on those rough fabric sheets.

What would’ve normally happened is that an orgasm like that would’ve left Jihyo drowsy, drunk off of everything. But this time, just the fact that she could have Momo completely and fully, could love every part of her, could be open and honest about everything, gave her all the strength in the world. So suddenly, she sits up, pushing her weight into Momo, making the woman fall back onto the bed with a creak. She latched onto Momo’s neck sucking marks into her smooth skin, deep inhales of that familiar scent spurring her on.

God, Jihyo loved marking her. It wasn’t because Momo could potentially show off those marks (even if that was somewhat satisfying). Rather, Jihyo found it much more pleasing to know that Momo herself would see them there. That she’d think of her every time she looked at them. She’d think of her mouth, her touch, her eyes roaming all over her.

With that thought in mind, she gave another nip to Momo’s neck, slowly moving her hand down to the wet heat waiting for her. She stuck a finger in, then two, letting the heel of her palm rub against her clit as she fingered her. That urge to sink even further coming in at full force.

Jihyo couldn’t think of a better way to explain it. It’s like she wanted to be closer, so much closer. She wanted to feel that body against her. Jihyo craved her. Wanted her. Sure, she wanted her in a physical sense. But most of all, she craved to be something to her. To be remembered. That’s why the marks she left were a fervent “I’m yours” as much as they meant “you’re mine.”

Perhaps even more so.

So she couldn’t help but continue the assault of kisses at her neck, one after the other, losing track of time, until she hears it. “J-Jihyo. Please,” Momo sighed out, “more, just a little bit more, I’m about to-”

In the next second, Momo jutted her hips up into her hand, her mouth open in a silent scream. Jihyo soothed her through it, bringing her down from her high with gentle caresses. A kiss to her cheek here. A whispered “good girl” there. She hadn’t allowed herself the chance to praise Momo like this before, and she sure was going to take advantage of that starting then. And after a while, when Momo’s breathing had evened out, the two of them wrapped up in each other, skin slick with sweat and clinging to each other, she mustered every bit of warmth she could and spoke.

“You’re so incredible, Momo.” She placed a tender kiss to her cheek, wanting the woman to bask in the affection. “And I just can’t believe I get to touch you like this, get to be with you, like this.”

Yes, just like this. Vulnerable. Both of them bearing all. Emotions, thoughts, bodies. Jihyo couldn’t believe that she’d been given this much trust. She didn’t feel as if she deserved it, honestly. But the soft hand that caressed Jihyo’s face told her much differently.

One look into Momo’s deep, dark brown eyes assured her that everything would be ok.


	2. Epilogue

Once again, the morning after was a day like any other.

Jihyo strode into the building, swiped her keycard and made her ascent to the top floor. No one spared her so much as a glance today, despite her being “late” yet again (could be due to the fact that she looked significantly less like she crawled up from the depths of hell). And no one even cared to notice that the outfit she had on today wasn’t part of her usual wardrobe (or that the suit jacket ran just a little too big). But this time, when she hopped off the elevator, it was 11:00. She’d chalk that up as a small victory anyway.

With a light push of the door, it swung open. And of course Momo was there. All relaxed on the couch, typing up something on her phone. Part of Jihyo was afraid it was a dream. That she’d close her eyes and she’d be alone in the office yet again. But the bright smile and those warm eyes that greeted her when she looked up told her otherwise. There was no way her imagination could emulate something so perfect. So beautiful.

“Sorry I left before you,” Momo apologized, “I didn’t want to wake you, and I figured it’d be best if we weren’t seen driving right behind each other.” With a little grunt she closed her laptop and sat up straighter. “Actually, I just got in from picking lunch up not too long ago. It’s over on the desk.”

Jihyo couldn’t help but smile. The food could wait a second, as she walked (practically skipped) over to the couch and leaned down to give Momo a kiss. It was so cute the way Momo melted into it almost immediately, letting it last a few seconds longer before pulling away with a smack.

“I don’t know what that was for, but good morning to you too.” She chuckled.

“What? Can’t I just give my favorite person a kiss?” She laughed right back. Her favorite person. It made her giddy to say that out loud and not have to gate off her mind every other minute.

“You flatter me Jihyo.” And with that, she stood up from the couch and headed for the door, laptop in tow.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” Jihyo pouted, making Momo turn back in her direction.

“I’ll be back. I have to make more copies of your documents remember? Because _someone_ got a little too emotional apparently.” Momo winked at her before strutting right out of her office.

Jihyo could only shake her head. This woman was going to be the death of her.

While Momo was gone, she thought she might as well help herself to whatever the woman had brought back (which would undoubtedly be good considering how well Momo knew her tastes). When she opened the bag, just as she’d hoped, there was a pink little note waiting on top of her food.

This was nice. This was familiar.

Things weren’t necessarily “back to normal,” because they were infinitely better than before. And yes, maybe they hadn’t quite put a label on what they were yet, or made anything official. But with time, they could figure it out. Jihyo was sure of it. All that mattered now was that Momo was aware she existed in her heart just as much as she existed in Momo’s. What more could she possibly want?

She finally glanced down at the note, words surrounded by childish little scribbles of hearts: “Eat well! You don’t want to be tired for the meeting later. Or for the fun we might have afterwards ;)

♡ Your Momo”

Ah, right. There was nothing more she could ask for.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Twitter: @ultsachaengs :)

**Author's Note:**

> It's been over a year lol. But hey I finished! And I actually am getting back into writing this time so yay! As always, kudos and comments always appreciated. Let me know what you think here, or on twitter. Have a good one.
> 
> Twitter: @ultsachaengs


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